flying dog

In the past, when Fang Chi watched Sun Wenqu as Tao, he didn't pay attention to Tao, but just stared at him.

Sun Wenqu sat for a few hours before turning the stage, and he watched it for a few hours, but he never thought about how it was made or why it took so long for a small bottle.

When it was his turn today, he realized where so much time had been spent.

It’s just such a basic plate, after it’s formed, it’s first trimmed, and then pressed and wiped repeatedly. If there is no Sun Wenqu, just like his fingers, there will be a level of a hole on the plate, let alone a few Hours, even a few days, this plate can't be taken to burn.

It turned out that Sun Wenqu was doing such a job that was a little fun in the early stage, but then it was all a grind.

Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu, and seemed to understand a little bit how he cultivated his calmness and laziness.

But there is also something I don't want to understand, that is, Sun Wenqu is usually so lazy, how can he persist in sitting like this, with a sore waist and shoulder pain without moving his nest.

This person's personality is too inconsistent.

"Why did it take so long?" Fang Chi followed Sun Wenqu to pinch and press the plate, "I think it's quite flat and smooth."

"If there are bubbles, they will burst as soon as they are burned." Sun Wenqu said.

"Oh," Fang Chi looked at him, "Are you tired?"

After dinner, they went back to the house to continue making the plate, and sat unknowingly in the repeated corrections for more than two hours.

"I'm used to it," Sun Wenqu said. "I might not feel anything by tomorrow morning."

"You will strain your lumbar muscles if you keep doing this," Fang Chi thumped his lower back twice, "How about I help you..."

"You can try whether my lumbar muscles are strained or not," Sun Wenqu said.

"Why..." Fang Chi smiled, "Then now?"

"Be honest at your house," Sun Wenqu gave him a sideways glance, "The boy is holding a torch downstairs."

Fang Chi smiled and stretched his waist: "Shall I massage your waist?"

"In a while," Sun Wenqu also stretched, "It's about the same as today, and you can finish the work when you go back to school."

"No way," Fang Chi was stunned, "So long? I thought I could use it to serve vegetables tomorrow."

"It's a good idea, it needs to be dried and burned," Sun Wenqu said, "but this plate is made thin, so the time can be shortened."

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Sun Wenqu finally said that the plate was fine. He took a small bamboo stick and pressed it lightly and heavily on the edge of the plate to create a wave pattern.

"It's so beautiful." Fang Chi felt quite tired at first, but he became excited again when he heard this. He bent down and stared at the plate for a long time, and the smile on the corner of his mouth spread to both sides uncontrollably, "This is what we did. .”

"Yeah." Sun asked him and nodded.

"We did it together." Fang Chi said again.

"Yeah." Sun asked him and nodded.

"This is the first thing we made together." Fang Chi looked up at him.

"Yes," Sun Wenqu leaned over and kissed him, "If you want, we can do some complicated things together in the future."

"Okay." Fang Chi smiled.

"Really? I think you are very tired." Sun Wenqu said.

"Not tired, let me do it myself, I will definitely not do it, if you are with me, I will be fine." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu smiled, and took out a writing brush from the tools beside him. Fang Chi was stunned: "Don't tell me you can't paint?"

"Write a few words," Sun Wenqu slowly fiddled with the paint, "What are you writing..."

"Sun Wenqu belongs to Fang Chi." Fang Chi said without thinking.

Sun Wenqu was delighted when he heard it: "Okay."

"Wait," Fang Chi said with a smile, "Will people see it if I write it?"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu curled his lips.

Fang Chi hesitated for a few seconds, then clicked his tongue: "If you see it, see it, and write this."

Sun Wenqu didn't speak any more, took a pen and started writing on the bottom of the plate.

Fang Chi felt that his eyes were a little busy. He hadn't seen Sun Wenqu write with a brush. He wanted to see the process of the words slowly appearing from the tip of the brush, and at the same time wanted to see Sun Wenqu's slender fingers holding the pen. Look at Sun Wenqu's drooping eyelids so focused that he has his own enchantment...

too busy.

Fang Chi's breathing eased, his eyes switched back and forth between the tip of the pen on Sun Wenqu's face and the plate.

When he finished writing the first word, he froze for a moment, but he couldn't figure out what the word was.

But he didn't ask. He was afraid of disturbing Sun Wenqu. Whenever Sun Wenqu sank down to do something, he would subconsciously keep quiet. A stroke of money.

Because he didn't read the first word, so now he focused on the tip of the pen.

For a person who can write well, it is a kind of enjoyment to watch him write. With smooth and stretched strokes and a well-proportioned structure, a single word appears so easily and beautifully.

Although I don't know.

But it still feels beautiful.

He managed to guess the second word, which is a question in traditional characters.

What Sun Wenqu wrote was indeed "Sun Wenqu belonged to Fang Chi", but after writing seven characters, Fang Chi only roughly recognized the two characters "Qianhe".

After Sun Wenqu wrote the last stroke, he breathed a sigh of relief and put down the pen.

"What kind of words are these?" Fang Chi finally had a chance to speak.

"Zeal script," Sun Wenqu said, "Don't you want to write it and don't want others to see it? That's fine. Grandparents definitely don't know it, and your classmates probably don't know it at a glance."

Fang Chi laughed happily: "I found that you are...very different, very different, different from anyone else."

"Now wait for the dishes to dry." Sun Wenqu stood up, stretched his waist and kissed him on the neck, "I can sleep now."

When Fang Chi went back to his room and lay down, he felt that he was too good today. The good night kiss before going to bed did not raise the flag, nor did he put his arms around Sun Wenqu and couldn't help but want to go back to the house.

Maybe it's because I'm tired, or because I stared at Sun Wenqu all day today, and I enjoyed watching it so much...

Of course, he closed his eyes, maybe because he could feel that Sun Wenqu didn't want to be too intimate at home.

He always thought that he was the only one who could be so nervous, but he didn't expect that someone like Sun Wenqu who never cared about anything would be like this.

It's because he's thinking about himself.

Although Sun Wenqu's reaction made him more stressed, he still couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.

Because of himself, Sun Wenqu, who didn't care about anything, became cautious.

He didn't fall asleep after lying on the bed for half an hour, tossing and turning, feeling like he had fried himself into a delicious fried egg with browned on both sides.

In the end, he got up again and quietly went to the roof to smoke a cigarette.

Grandpa and grandma fell asleep early, and he moved lightly so that Sun Wenqu would not hear him.

After smoking the cigarette, he stared at the backyard for a while before turning around and groping back into the house like a thief.

When the plate is ready, put it there and wait to dry. Fang Chi will go and have a look whenever he is free. He has already remembered clearly how to write those words stroke by stroke. Now give him a pen and he can Swish and write right away.

When the plates were dry and ready to be fired in the electric kiln, he once again experienced Sun Wenqu's feeling of sitting next to the kiln in Ma Liang's studio for hours every time.

What does it look like?

what colour?

Could it be that because I didn't do enough for Sun Wenqu to be so professional, the plate was half burnt and cracked?

"I think you chose the wrong job in this university." When Fang Chi was watching his grandfather cook vegetables in the small vegetable garden, his grandma patted him. "You should go to the water channel to ask a teacher to cook dishes."

"Forget it," Fang Chi smiled, "This relationship is too complicated."

It's a father, a grandfather, and a master. If this relationship is released, it's a stinky and shameless 18 ban.

"Can this plate hold vegetables?" Grandma asked.

"Yes," Fang Chi nodded, "should...can."

"This one is made a little smaller, and it doesn't fit together with the ones made by the original canal." Grandma said with some regret.

"I don't keep this at home," Fang Chi said with a smile, "I took it to school."

"Take it to school?" Grandma looked at him, "Why take a plate to school?"

"I don't know, commemorate it, I made this with the canal." Fang Chi said.

"I didn't see you caring so much about other things." Grandma sat down beside him, "I think you are better with the water channel than with Xiao Yiming."

"They are... different." Fang Chi said very carefully, but boldly.

"Different?" Grandma turned her head curiously, "Why is it different?"

"Xiao Yiming is my best buddy." Fang Chi picked up a stone from the ground and threw it in his hands. "The canal is...better...better than my hard buddy."

"What is that?" Grandma didn't understand.

Fang Chi threw the stone, caught it, pinched the stone a few times with his fingers, and bit his lips: "If the water channel is a woman, I will marry her."

"Hey," grandma laughed blankly, and slapped him on the back, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid?"

"No nonsense." Fang Chi smiled, feeling a little stiff all over his body, the slap on his back by his grandma made his heart almost go out of his throat.

"Grandpa said you haven't met a girl you like at school?" Grandma asked.

"Well, no," Fang Chi began to throw stones again, "Our school has fewer girls than other schools."

"I went to the wrong school." Grandma sighed, thought for a while and said, "It's not that there are no girls, and there is no one you like?"

"No." Fang Chi shook his head.

"I didn't realize how high-sighted you are before." Grandma looked at him with some disgust, "You can play worship with Si Ya, Si Ya looks so shabby..."

Fang Chi laughed: "This made Si Ya cry when she heard it."

"Not to her face," Grandma whispered, touching him with her arm, "Then what do you like?"

"I don't know." Fang Chi said with a smile.

"You'll know if I slap you twice." Grandma twisted his arm. "Tell me."

Fang Chi was silent for a long time before turning his head to look at his grandma: "He is good-looking, can play the piano, can draw and write well, and is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting..."

"Where can I find it! People like this don't like you!" Grandma frowned, paused, then turned her face away, "It sounds like the water canal is like this."

"Yes." Fang Chi smiled and threw the stone out of his hand.

The boy who was waiting impatiently yelled a few times and chased him out.

"No seriousness." Grandma stood up, and Grandpa wanted to water the vegetables, so she went to help pull the pipe.

"I'm quite serious." Fang Chi said.

In the conversation with grandma, Fang Chi said it in a half-joking tone, but after grandma walked away, he felt a thin layer of sweat on his back.

With a little cool wind blowing over, he couldn't help shivering.

After returning to the house and going upstairs, he entered Sun Wenqu's room, and Sun Wenqu was standing in front of the electric kiln.

"Are you ready?" Fang Chi asked immediately. There was class the day after tomorrow, and he had to go back to the city at noon tomorrow. He was a little anxious to catch the bus back to school in the evening.

"Tomorrow morning is fine," Sun Wenqu touched his face, "Have you finished chatting with grandma?"

"Yeah." Fang Chi leaned over and hugged him.

"What are you talking about?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Nonsense," Fang Chi rubbed his lips against his neck, "Ask me about my school affairs."

"Oh," Sun Wenqu stretched out his hand to touch his waist, "I'll take you to the station tomorrow, and I won't take you back to school."

"You can still send it over every time," Fang Chi smiled, "but you have to visit me after you finish your work."

"Yeah." Sun asked him and nodded.

Fang Chi sat on the chair, swayed, and sighed: "If I come back again, it will be winter vacation."

"It's not been a few months," Sun Wenqu said, "Didn't half a month pass in a while this time?"

"I hope," Fang Chi tilted his head back, "Are you going home for Chinese New Year?"

"I don't know, we'll talk about it later," Sun Wenqu looked at him, "If I don't answer, I'll go to Liangzi's place."

Fang Chi sat up straight suddenly and stared at him, but Sun Wenqu didn't speak, he stared for a while and then looked back: "Yes, we can't come here every year to celebrate the New Year."

"Well," Sun Wenqu walked behind him, holding his face and looking down, "Some things can't go wrong before they are ready, otherwise they will be very passive."

"I know," Fang Chi said, "after that, after I smooth out this hurdle, you have to come to celebrate the New Year, every year."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu smiled.

The plate was burnt, and it was more beautiful than Fang Chi imagined, without cracks or broken.

He held the plate and looked at the words on the bottom of the plate, hey hey hey: "Look, this is different from ordinary plates, those are plates, this is a work of art."

"I want to say that you are still an artist." Grandma said with a smile.

"Half." Fang Chi nodded with a big face.

"If there were no canals, you would just burn a bunch of debris out." Grandpa smiled and took the plate and looked at it. "Buried in the ground for ten years, dig it out and go to the market to pretend to be an antique to deceive people."

"Grandpa, you are clear." Fang Chi laughed.

"If I hadn't been entangled by your grandma when I was young, I would have gone out of town with someone to do this." Grandpa chuckled.

"Who is pestering you?" Grandma raised her voice, "This man, he can falsify history without dementia in a few decades!"

Fang Chi smiled and put his arms around grandma's shoulders: "Grandma, that person is no longer called Alzheimer's, but Hai..."

"What's the matter with you!" Grandma clicked her tongue, "Pack up and go, I won't go back to school!"

Everything was packed, summer clothes were brought back, some autumn and winter clothes were taken from home, Fang Chi also found a shoe box, wrapped the dishes in clothes and put them in.

"It's not so easy to break after it's burnt." Sun Wenqu looked at the shoe box and smiled.

"This is a family heirloom," Fang Chi said, "it must be preserved from now on."

"Where are you going to pass it on?" Sun Wenqu answered casually, and then stopped.

"If I pick up a child in the future, I will give it to him," Fang Chi smiled, "If there is really no... I can take it with me when I die."

Sun Wenqu touched the door with his foot, closed it, walked up to him and kissed him.

When the two drove back to the city, the grandfather hugged the boy and didn't let him run away. The boy was yelling anxiously, and he could still hear it after the car drove a long way.

"Hey, this dog makes me feel bad every time I don't want to feel bad." Fang Chi sighed while sitting in the passenger seat.

"I came back after Chinese New Year, I'm fine." Sun Wenqu said.

"I'll bring you some special products for the New Year," Fang Chi thought for a while, "I don't know what special products are there. It's so close, it's probably similar to ours..."

"Bring it back? Don't you want me to pick you up during the winter vacation?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Yes," Fang Chi said immediately, "Yes!"

Fang Chi didn't have much luggage, just a suitcase and a shoebox in his hand.

Sun Wenqu wanted to laugh when he saw him: "You can't find a shoe box that matches your temperament, what kind of running shoes or hiking shoes, just get old Beijing cloth shoes."

"This size is quite suitable," Fang Chi looked down at the box and smiled, "I bought it for my grandpa."

"Don't hold it to sleep when you get in the car," Sun Wenqu said, "If you don't steal it, I'm sorry if you don't steal it."

"Then I'll go in." Fang Chi grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "I'll call you when I get to school."

"Yeah." Sun asked him and nodded.

Seeing Fang Chi stepping into the station and turning his head three times, Sun Wenqu turned around and left.

On the way back to Ma Liang's place, he stopped by to wash the car, called Ma Liang and asked him to have dinner with him.

"Go out to eat?" Ma Liang asked.

"Let your daughter-in-law buy some vegetables to eat when she comes back," Sun Wenqu said, "I don't want to go out to eat because I have to work."

"Okay," Ma Liang said, "Love, lovesickness is hard, ah."

Sun Wenqu laughed: "Are you envious?"

"I'm jealous, I'm jealous," Ma Liang said, "We're good, we've been together for so many years, we're so stunned, we're torn apart, we broke up."

"Come on, we were separated by your wife first." Sun Wenqu said.

"That's right," Ma Liang said solemnly, "Punish her later, and punish her to cook some good dishes."

"I think it will work." Sun Wenqu smiled.

When the car drove to the intersection of Ma Liang's studio, Sun Wenqu saw Hu Yuanyuan who was fined to go grocery shopping and separated him and Ma Liang.

"This eldest sister..." He lowered the car window.

"Who is your eldest sister!" Hu Yuanyuan raised her voice before turning her face away, and raised her eyebrows when she saw him, "Oh, isn't this my eldest nephew's boyfriend? What is her name, elder sister? Auntie !"

"Come up." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Fang Chi went back?" Hu Yuanyuan got into the car.

"Well, we'll probably be there after we finish eating." Sun Wenqu said.

"I thought you'd only stay at his house for a day or two," Hu Yuanyuan said. "If you stay for several days, you're not afraid that his family will notice something."

"I shouldn't have stayed that long." Sun Wenqu sighed.

"Yo," Hu Yuanyuan glanced at him, "I thought you would say it doesn't matter."

Sun Wenqu smiled.

"It seems to be serious," Hu Yuanyuan lifted the dish in her hand, "I'll make a big meal for you when this matter between you two is settled."

The people in the studio have all left. Ma Liang didn't leave anyone to work overtime today, and the kiln will be opened in a few days. There is nothing to do in the past two days.

"Pick up my daughter-in-law on the way, is my daughter-in-law?" He looked at Hu Yuanyuan who got out of the car.

"Well," Sun asked him to stretch his arm, "do you miss me?"

"Miss me to death." Ma Liang came over and hugged him cooperatively.

"Liangzi, have you bought wine?" Hu Yuanyuan asked as she walked to the kitchen.

"I bought it," Ma Liang said, putting Sun Wenqu's shoulders on his shoulders and pulling him into the house, "I'll tell you something."

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu poured out a glass of water and looked at Ma Liang.

Ma Liang shook the mobile phone in his hand: "Your son just called me, made a call."

"He called you?" Sun Wenqu was taken aback.

"Well, let me keep it a secret," Ma Liang said, "I'll tell you, I've told you, don't refute me, just save face."

"That's for sure," Sun Wenqu smiled, "What does he want from you?"

"Li Bowen is going to make farmhouse entertainment," Ma Liang said, "he asked me to sue, tell him."

"Tell him? It's fine if he asks me? You will definitely tell me when you know." Sun Wenqu said.

"He just said this, don't this, just tell you." Ma Liang said.

"Don't you tell me when Li Bowen goes to enjoy the farmhouse? Just tell him?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"En." Ma Liang nodded.

"He is..." Sun Wenqu collapsed into the sofa and closed his eyes. Fang Chi wanted to deal with these matters by himself.

Awesome.